And while I hide myself inside this room

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

Spring is coming 

and I’m dying inside 

I am tragic and pathetic 

it’s right 

it’s so difficult 

to admit I know 

that I have not gained nothing at all 

People are 

greatly far from me 

I’m ashamed 

I can say nothing 

I perfectly know 

they can judge me worse 

than what I do already by my own 

And while I hide myself inside this room 

the sun is penetrating through the window 

and the curtains seem to be of gold 

And I have a fight inside my soul 

my ruined face is only the mirror 

and the place where I combat my war 

In my depth 

there’s still a breath 

a hope 

to start again 

the battle end

I lost 

after the defeat 

I admit the thing 

and I can be a new man from here 

And while I hide myself inside this room 

the sun is penetrating through the window 

and the curtains seem to be of gold 

And I have a fight inside my soul 

my ruined face is only the mirror 

and the place where I combat my war